He returns with shackles and a collar.

Rebecca tried to catch her breath bent over the stool. The Whipmaster had left her dripping with sweat and exhausted. She could hear behind her the rowing of the oars with the occasional crack of the whip and groan of a ****. She heard a new sound of chains be dragged along the wooden floor. She turned her head to see the Whipmaster return.

He bent over and slipped off Rebecca's flip flops and fastened the first shackle on her right ankle. He then moved to her left as she started to squirm realizing what he was doing.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

She screamed as she felt his hand slam hard into her ass cheeks. "Stop squirming ****. This is what you begged for remember?" He roughly snapped the left ankle shackle shut and locked. He then pulled her up by her blonde hair and turned her to face him.

"Hold your hair back." He ordered as he brought an open collar to her neck. She complied submitting to her enslavement. She felt the cool metal of the collar wrap around her neck and close shut. The sound of the lock closing and sealing her fate made Rebecca's knees weak and pussy moisten once again.

He moved his hand down her chest stopping at her shirt to tear it into shreds. Her ample tits spilled forth sagging slightly under their own weight. He gave her left nipple a harsh tug as he reached for her left wrist and applied the last cuffs and chains to her wrists.

He attached a leash to her collar and began tugging her to the back of the galley. She walked slowly watching each **** push and pull at the oars. Only minutes ago she held status over each **** with her freedom. Now she was dressed as they were in shackles and rags.

A harsh tug at her leash sped up her slowed walking. "At least my flesh isn't marked with the beatings, brandings and tattoos of these slaves." She thought knowing that unless she could find a way out or be rescued that her skin would soon mirror theirs.